[ To those that know Hilda, they would be the first to say that patience is not her strong suit. Growing up even the hint of a tear was enough to have servants and the family members alike scrambling to fulfill whatever their little princess wanted. And now that she's a vampire, well. The amount of patience is razor thin at best. For this transformation hadn't turned her into a monster on the outside - it had just amplified the parts of her that would be otherwise deemed a little uglier by her standards. Human standards, that is.
There's no hint of worry about that here. In fact she seems content as can be even away from the Smoked Egg and the rest of her coven. In some ways it's because she's used to marching to the beat of her own drum. But the other? She was innately curious to see if others she knew had turned into any creatures of note.
And lucky her, she'd happened to find someone she knows. Even if he's covered in fur and is a fair bit larger than he usually is, she'd recognize the scent of him anywhere. In the stories she had read growing up lines of rivalry are usually drawn between vampires and werewolves and there's no doubt in her mind that her coven would say similar things. Then again, she cares little for what they have to say and more about what she wants. Without a care for her rank or status she strides up to him in the short, lacy black dress that is really more like lingerie that she dons with a sweet, innocent eyed expression. ]
My, what big teeth you have. Are you doing okay, puppy?
going bump in the night
There's no hint of worry about that here. In fact she seems content as can be even away from the Smoked Egg and the rest of her coven. In some ways it's because she's used to marching to the beat of her own drum. But the other? She was innately curious to see if others she knew had turned into any creatures of note.
And lucky her, she'd happened to find someone she knows. Even if he's covered in fur and is a fair bit larger than he usually is, she'd recognize the scent of him anywhere. In the stories she had read growing up lines of rivalry are usually drawn between vampires and werewolves and there's no doubt in her mind that her coven would say similar things. Then again, she cares little for what they have to say and more about what she wants. Without a care for her rank or status she strides up to him in the short, lacy black dress that is really more like lingerie that she dons with a sweet, innocent eyed expression. ]
My, what big teeth you have. Are you doing okay, puppy?